A/N: Well, glad to see so many of you enjoyed that last chapter! Sorry about the once-weekly updates, but I think it's gonna be like that for a while unfortunately. Summer is crazy and although I'm completely healed from my recent illness and going back to work next week (UGH!) I will probably have less time for awhile. I'll try to throw a surprise chapter out there now and then, but no promises! Also, I'll answer all reviews from Chapter 27 tomorrow - had an insane day yesterday, and I've been recovering all day today.
Okay, so our lovebirds have finally put the ball in the center pocket, so to speak. Let's see if there's any more fun to be had. Thanks for all your reviews, follows and faves, and as always, CAMSI!
After we had breakfast, we all went back up to our rooms. We dropped Emmett and Blondie off on the eighth floor. They were nauseating, hanging all over each other. But it was sort of cute – how both couples had met at the same time and how we were evidently getting serious at the same time too. It was too bad that Bells and I couldn't stomach the annoying PDAs, because it might have been fun to go to the trailer restaurants with them this afternoon.
When we got back to the room, I pitched to Bells that we should go out and explore the city. She'd never been there, and I wanted to show her how much fun Austin could be. I had Diego call a car for us after clearing it with Edward.
We went shopping in the downtown area, which was hopping on a Friday morning. I took her into a boot store, and the sales girl there, a pretty blonde with an absolutely incredible Texas accent, asked if she could help us.
"Sure thing, sweetheart," I said, turning on the Jake Black charm the way I always do when I want something. "We need some boots. I like snakeskin." I winked at her.
She ate it up, like every waitress and salesgirl and stewardess I ever encountered. "A'course," she said with a big friendly smile. "Have you been in here b'fore? I feel like I know your face." She flipped her hair over her shoulder in an obvious gesture of flirtation. I leaned on the counter, smiling at her.
"I don't think so, sweetheart" I grinned. "I'd remember you." The blonde giggled.
"Maybe you remember him from seeing Peeple magazine this week," Bella said, her voice suddenly a little strained. "He's Jake Black from the Difficult Wolves."
Recognition dawned on the blonde's face as I turned to Bella. She looked furious. What was bothering her? I put an arm around her. "Excuse us for a second, willya, honey?" I said to the blonde, and turned away with Bella.
"Bells," I said. "You don't tell anyone in the retail business that you're a celebrity. They hike up the prices."
"Jake, you don't flirt with the shop girl when you have me as your girlfriend!" she hissed.
Oops. "Baby, that's just what I do," I said easily, trying to calm her down. Come on, wasn't it enough that I told her I loved her and that we were exclusive now?
"No, you don't do that anymore," she said sharply. "It's disrespectful to me. How would you feel if I flirted with a waiter? Or the security guys?"
Oh. I stood there like a moron for a second, thinking. She was right. What the hell had I been doing? I mean, obviously I was just following instinct – doing what I'd been doing for the better part of my life. It started in school, when I realized I could charm teachers into letting me slide just by being a smooth operator, laying on a little charisma. Then I realized I could do the same thing with chicks, the groupies from Garage Rats, and it just progressed from there. I had it down to a science. I didn't use it all the time, but if I thought I could get something from it, I definitely laid it on thick.
I didn't even think of how it would look to Bells.
Damn. I'd never get this shit straight. And she was right. If she flirted with a security guy or a waiter, I'd be so pissed off I'd be seeing red. I hurried to apologize. "Shit, I'm sorry, baby. You're right, I didn't even think. Won't happen again."
She gave me a glare, shaking her head, and wandered off to look at a display of cowboy hats they had over in one section of the store.
The blonde was still waiting, smiling at me from behind the counter. I glanced at her, and she had a big ol' grin on her face. "Y'all in a fight with the girlfriend?" she asked sympathetically.
"You could say that," I said sheepishly. "Uh, I would like a new pair of snakeskins, though. Whaddya got?"
She looked me up and down like I was a big piece of cheesecake and she was starving. "Well, you look like the kinda man who wants rattlesnake. I got some python, but I think you're a rattler man myself. We just got some new cane break rattler boots, but I think you might wanna try the western rattler – he's pretty; he's got a rusty skin."
"Okay, show me the western ones," I said, being careful not to flirt or smile. I was all business, but she was making it hard. She looked me up and down again, finishing by focusing on my feet. "Y'all look like you're about a size twelve," she said with a smile. "Y'know what they say about big hands and big feet…" She laughed, sidling over to an aisle and reaching up for a box. Great. Now she was flirting with me. I tried my hardest to ignore it and pushed down my reflexive response in a situation like this: 'Baby, you have no idea.' I couldn't say that. Bells was right – it was disrespectful to her.
The salesgirl got down a few boxes and sat me on a chair, pulling my regular old python boots off and helping me on with the new ones. She complimented the boots I was wearing, telling me how nice they were, how she liked the gray because they went with everything. I nodded, trying my best to just be a regular customer. I tried on three pairs of boots, and finally decided on the ones I liked best. She was right, they were pretty. They had a nice russet color that I liked. "I'll be right back," I told her. "I wanna run these by the girlfriend." She looked after me, watching my ass.
As I strode through the store to the cowboy hat display, I heard a familiar giggle, and I knew it was Bella. What was she laughing about? I came around the rack that was hiding her from me and I heard her say, "You think so?" She was standing there in front of a mirror, one of the cowboy hats perched on her head. Some asshole was standing directly behind her, adjusting it by pushing her pony tail up inside. Bella was laughing into the mirror as this douche finished his assistance. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into the mirror with her.
"I sure do," he was saying. "You look like a million bucks." He grinned into the mirror, with no idea that he was about to lose his life. "It's the best one you've tried."
The guy was tall and blonde, with a Texas twang just like the salesgirl. They could've been twins. And suddenly I knew exactly what Bells had been talking about. The jealousy that rose in me was palpable.
"The fuck you doin, man?" I asked, coming up behind him and roughly pushing his hands off her.
He gave me a snide grin. "Helpin' the lady with her hat. Got a problem, chief?" He put the hands I'd just shoved off Bella's shoulders on his hips. Was this guy seriously fucking with me, calling me chief - a racial slur where I come from?
Bella whirled around with a glare that could melt glass. "Jake!" she hissed. "What are you doing?"
I ignored her, probably not my best idea. "Yeah, I got a problem. You put your hands on my girlfriend, chief."
"Sorry," he said in a friendly tone, stepping back and holding his hands up in surrender. "Thought she was alone."
"She's not," I said, putting a proprietary arm around her. "And what the fuck's with you, mister? Calling me chief."
The guy had no idea what I was implying, so I figured he hadn't meant anything by it, but it still pissed me off. "It's just an expression, man. Take it easy."
"Yeah, well, where I come from it's an insult."
The guy looked confused for a second, and then realization appeared on his face. "Shit, dude, you're Native? I'm sorry, man. Seriously. I didn't mean anything, I swear." The guy was falling all over himself apologizing. I shook my head.
"Yeah, just keep your hands to yourself," I said. "Maybe think of a new expression, huh?" Sometimes I really wished I wasn't famous. I'd've popped that son of a bitch across the jaw and walked out of that store so fast…
But Bella wasn't happy, and I had to drag my thoughts away from the revenge I wanted so badly. "Jake," she said, her eyes snapping anger. "Can I have a moment?" She stalked off to another part of the store and turned to me, her arms folded across her chest.
She really did look amazing in that hat.
She scowled up at me, squinting with annoyance. "What's the matter with you? He was just helping me."
I regarded her for a full minute, shifting my jaw to the side and finally shaking my head. "Really, Bells? Think about what you just said."
"What?" she asked, irritated.
"So it's okay for you but not me?" I asked reasonably.
"Tsk!" she clucked. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Bells," I said patiently. "You had a little shit fit over there when I called the salesgirl sweetheart, but it's okay for you to giggle with the guy who's just 'helping' you?"
Her face changed. Went from pissed to contrite in like, a second. "Oh," she said. "Yeah. I guess." Then she looked up at me again, gathering a little steam. "But now you see, right? You didn't like that, did you?"
"No," I admitted. "I mean, that guy's a total douche anyway. But I wouldn't've liked it no matter who he was."
"Okay then," she said, finally satisfied. She glanced up at me, a little smile tilting her eyes. "Sorry."
I bent down and kissed her. "It's okay. Just don't do it again." She started to say something but I kissed her again and added, "And I won't either. Okay?"
"Okay," she said. "Can I get this hat? I love it."
I grinned. "Sure, baby, anything you want. And I'm getting these boots, okay? Whaddya think?"
She looked down. "Nice," she said appreciatively. "What kind of leather is that?"
"It's rattlesnake," I told her.
"Jake! Aren't they endangered?" Aw shit. Was she some kind of tree hugger?
"If they were endangered, Bells, it would be illegal to sell boots made of their skin," I explained. "And we're talking about rattlesnakes. Not kittens or something. Snakes. The bad guys."
"I guess," she said doubtfully, staring at the boots. "They are pretty. I could just get regular ones, though, right? Like regular leather?"
"Sure, whatever you want, baby," I said.
We went back over to the girl and she brought over a bunch of boots for Bella to try. Now, I'd never in my life been shoe-shopping with a girl, but this isn't something I want to make part of my regular repertoire. What a pain in the ass.
First she had to see pretty much every pair of boots in the store. Then they had to narrow it down to a certain style. Watching the two of them made me want to take a nap. It was exhausting, how nitpicky they became over the attributes of each style. Heel height. Color. Whether or not there was embroidery. What color the embroidery was. The shape of the toe. Whether or not there were pullstraps. Cutouts. I'd been wearing boots for a dozen or more years, and I never even heard of half this shit. How high the shaft was? What the hell was that? If the vamp was a different color? What's a vamp? Only thing I could think of was a vampire, and I'd never been a fan of fictional bloodsuckers. Plus it didn't really translate to boots.
It seemed like hours before she finally picked a red pair, the first pair I'd said I liked way back when we first started this fiasco. Bella wanted to wear them out of the store since they went with the little jumpsuit outfit she was wearing, so the girl put her Keds in the box and Bells wore the boots. But then I needed to pick out a hat.
It took me about ten seconds. I knew I wanted a black one, so I picked up the first one I saw and clapped it on my head. The mirror told me I looked badass in it, and I turned to Bella, giving her a wink over my shoulder. The smile on her face said it all. That's the one I bought.
We walked out of there with a lot less money than when we went in, but that was okay. What's the fun of making rock star money if you can't spend it? And we looked like complete tourists now, too. But it did make it easier to hide ourselves in a crowd with the hats, especially when we also wore our sunglasses. We got some curious looks, but nothing like breakfast, where people were actually pointing at us.
I had the guy in the car drive us around to the trailer restaurants. These things were set up all over the city, sometimes moving daily. They were those big silver Airstream trailers, and people sold food out of them. Some of the food you could get was amazing. There was a little park over on one end of town where several of them clustered. I had the driver drop us off there in the dusty parking lot.
I'd been there before, and the food was always good. Bells and I had big plates of tacos from one place, then moved along to another for dessert. She wanted s'mores, so we got those. They came in one of those Chinese food containers, graham crackers slathered in a whole melted chocolate bar, with homemade marshmallows on top. Fuckin amazing. There was a little porch swing underneath a stand of trees, and we sat there sipping Cokes and eating the s'mores. No one bothered us and we had fun just sitting there in the heat of the day, anonymous to the crowd for a change.
Bells wanted to tour the state capitol building, but I wanted to go back to the hotel and take a nap. What I really had on my mind was some more alone time, if you know what I mean. Plus we did have a show that night. I didn't want to overdo it. To be honest, after the morning of shopping and the relatively small amount of sleep I'd gotten the night before, I was ready for a nap – and I figured she would be, too. And I gotta tell ya, I always woke up with the idea that I'd take a nap later in the day. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't – but today we had time, and I liked a nice afternoon siesta.
"Let's just go back to the hotel. We can always see the Capitol tomorrow," I told her after we'd been discussing it for a good ten minutes.
"But what if they're closed on Saturdays?" Bella asked.
"They're not closed on Saturdays," I told her, even though I had no idea if they were or weren't. I just didn't want to waste any more time talking about it.
"How do you know?" she asked. I sighed, pulled my phone out and Googled it.
"There," I said, showing her the screen. "It's right there. It says they're open from nine to five tomorrow. We can come in the afternoon. The sound check will be done already. We can sleep in, have a room service breakfast, go do the tour, and be at the venue with time to spare."
"So you want to go back to the hotel now?" she asked.
"Baby, I'm beat," I said.
"Okay," she agreed. Finally.
We went back out to the dusty lot and found our driver. He took us back to the hotel, where we ran into Emmett and Blondie in the lobby. "Hey, cowboy!" Emmett yelled as soon as we walked in the door. Blondie rushed over to us, cooing over Bella's hat and boots.
"Oh my God, Emmett, why didn't we do this today?" she demanded.
He grinned at me, shrugging. "Is she kidding?" he asked me rhetorically. He looked back at her. "Because we were busy all day, babe. Busy getting busy."
I laughed. He was so crude. And Blondie didn't even care, that was the crazy part of it. She laughed too. "I know, but I want a cowgirl hat too!"
"You need a reverse cowgirl hat," Emmett grinned. This time she slapped him across the abs.
"Em! Stop," she said, but her heart wasn't in it. She really didn't care if he spouted smutty talk all day. I knew I'd never get away with that with Bells.
They came with us in the elevator up to our room, since Emmett wanted to see the suite. Bella took Blondie in the bedroom for a little one on one talk. I was pretty sure Bella was giving her a rundown of the previous evening, or at least Blondie was trying to get the info. I poured myself a Ketel and asked Em if he wanted one. Even though his usual beverage of choice was beer, he accepted a vodka lemonade out of the minibar. We sat on the couch in the seating area, and he grinned at me knowingly.
"So, you finally got the virgin to give it up, huh?" he asked slyly.
"Cut it out, Em," I said. "Bells told you guys this morning. It's none of your business."
He grinned at me anyway. "How was it?" he asked.
I laughed, shaking my head. "Dude, you're a mess," I said, ignoring his question. "Mind your own business."
"Don't worry," he said, leaning toward me and winking. "I am." He took a sip of his drink. "I like the cowboy hat, J. You should wear it onstage. It's a good look for you."
"What am I, a country star?" I asked. "I don't think that's the look the Wolves want."
"Well, I'm gonna take Rose to that place tomorrow and get her a hat, too. Bella looks cute in it; my Rose would look hot." He shrugged. "She looks hot in everything, though. And nothing." He laughed.
He caught me nodding in agreement and punched my shoulder. "Don't think about my girl that way, Black." He was kidding, but there was a warning in his voice too.
"Okay, okay. One word of advice, though. At the hat place, keep her away from the blond salesman. He's an asshole."
"Whoops. Did you have some trouble?" he asked, spoiling as always for a fight.
"Eh, the guy was making a move on Bells. Don't worry, I took care of it without kicking his ass. But it took everything in me."
"Hm, maybe I'll have to give him a warning."
"Em, seriously. Don't do anything stupid." That's all we needed, bad publicity on the second night of a two night stand.
"You know me, J. Cool as a cucumber."
"Yeah," I laughed. "I always forget."
Bella came out of the bedroom then with Rosalie following. They were giddy, so I don't know what they were talking about in there, but I had an idea. Emmett and Rosalie left after telling us that Edward was sending limos over to take us to the venue around seven.
Now Bella had the idea that we should cut out all the articles and pictures, so she could save them for posterity. Come on – what is this, summer camp? Craft hour? I started to protest, but she got that sassy look on her face, and I figured it'd be easier to just go along. She actually called the desk and asked for scissors and paperclips. A guy brought them up and we got to work.
After giving me detailed instructions on how to cut everything out, specifically telling me to include the date and title of the magazine paper-clipped to the article and pictures, we spread everything out on the coffee table and sat on the floor to work. It was one of the stupidest things I'd ever done in my life, and that's saying something because back when I was little and my hair was long, my sisters used to put me in dress-up clothes and make me sit for hours getting my hair and makeup done. This was even stupider than that.
"So we have to pick up more copies of all these magazines even though we're cutting out the stuff, okay?" she said, while I concentrated on not chopping my own head off as I cut around a picture of us.
"What?" I asked, putting down the scissors. "Why are we cutting these out then?"
"I want to make a scrapbook," she insisted. I sighed, rolling my eyes. Good God. What the hell was she talking about? I went back to cutting out the picture, thinking I might as well chop myself off at the crotch since Bells was holding my balls right now. What man sits on the floor and cuts out magazine pictures?
It was really embarrassing when Edward knocked on the door, asking to talk to us. Bella hopped up and let him in, and to save myself the anguish of him catching me doing the arts and crafts thing, I quickly moved to the far end of the couch, away from all the scraps for the scrapbook.
He strode in, all Edwardy - condescending and snooty. And of course, Bella had to call me out. "Jake! We're not done with cutting those things out!" she said, dismayed to see me sitting there without a scissors in my hand.
"Are we having craft project hour, Jacob?" Edward asked in a patronizing way. I made a face.
"I'm helping Bella." I said belligerently.
"So I see," he commented snidely. I knew what he was thinking – that I was pussy whipped. And I had to admit, it looked pretty bad. But shit! I love the girl. What else am I supposed to do?
I didn't move off the couch, though. Instead I sat there, one ankle crossed over the opposite knee, my arm along the back of the couch. Edward sat on the other end and regarded us both.
"So I take it you've read the articles," he said.
"Not completely, but we got the gist of it," I said.
"I read every word," Bella smiled.
"Yes, well, there's another article coming out tomorrow. It may not be as flattering as these," Edward said uncomfortably.
"Whaddya mean?" I asked.
"Well, apparently Riley is talking," he said reluctantly. "He's come out and said that he was a former companion of Bellar's. It puts you in a bad light, to be perfectly honest, Bellar."
"What the fuck?" I demanded. "Who would listen to that asshole?"
"You know this, Jacob. Most of the tabloids have no problem dredging up dirt wherever they can find it. Many of them don't even check out their sources. You've seen all this before, it's just that it never affected us prior to this. We've been off the radar. But we're getting more popular, so this type of thing is to be expected now."
Bella looked like she'd just seen a ghost. Her face was pale and scared, and her lips had gone white. "What did he say?" she asked quietly.
Edward looked like a doctor about to give a death sentence to his favorite patient. "Uh…the article mentions some derogatory information regarding your high school career and…a particular lack of morals."
I wanted to punch the shit out of someone. "Can't you sue him for slander or something? Libel? He's lying!" I said, getting agitated.
"Our marketing people are working on it now," Edward said in a soothing tone, but it didn't work. Bella's eyes got all red-rimmed, and I could tell she was getting more and more upset.
"What are they doing?" I demanded.
"Well, the paper rang us for a comment. We're trying to decide what to say – if we should just leave it at 'no comment,' or try and combat the accusations with some facts. That's why I'm here. Charlotte is on her way across town from her hotel now. Can you think of anything we can say that would not only be factual but also disprove his accusations?"
"How 'bout we send Emmett to Miami to take care of the son of a bitch?" I asked facetiously. I couldn't help it. Fucker was messing with my girl. And it couldn't have come at a worse time – right after our cute tabloid articles came out, some of them saying we're thinking engagement. I could see the wave of bullshit coming now.
"Jacob, let's keep it constructive, shall we?" Edward said, getting all hissy. But I seriously was thinking of it – just one or two low-man roadies, gone for a day or two, and a couple of hundred bucks on the side would take care of this problem once and for all. I knew I couldn't…but it sure was tempting.
"I'll try to think of something," Bella mumbled.
There was a knock on the door, and Edward's phone buzzed at the same time. "Charlotte," he said, glancing at it. He got up to let her in.
"Hello Jake, Bella. Has Edward brought you up to speed?"
I nodded, but Bella looked like she couldn't speak. "Bells, don't let it bother you," I said, trying hard to help. But what could I really do? "It'll be fine. I mean, it's gotta be one of the lesser known tabloids, if it comes out on Saturday. All the big ones come out on Friday."
"It is, it's a crappy supermarket paper, the kind they don't even sell in airports or hotel lobbies," Charlotte said. "You've probably seen it; it's called The Planet. But we still don't want to let it go. There have been instances where stories such as this one get picked up by the legitimate press. And of course there's no doubt it will end up on the internet. Have you thought of anything?" She turned her attention to Bella, who just shook her head silently.
I was thinking, though. "What if you gave them a quote from me?" I asked.
Edward and Charlotte exchanged thoughtful looks, and then Charlotte spoke up.
"What would you say?" she asked.
I thought about it a second, and then said, "Well, instead of 'no comment,' I'd say that I don't want to dignify the allegation with a response, and that this guy is only looking for publicity in his own pathetic attempt to somehow badmouth our relationship. And then I'd ignore anything else he said, playing the same response out over and over. I mean, come on. He's nobody. We're celebrities. Who would you believe?"
Edward's eyebrows raised and he shrugged at Charlotte. "I like it," he said. "What do you think?"
"It's brilliant. It makes Riley look like a complete idiot," Charlotte said with a smile.
"What do you think, Bellar?" Edward asked.
My eyes flashed over to Bells to see her reaction and I was stunned at the change in her face. A minute ago, she'd been pale and upset. Now her cheeks were rosy again, and her eyes were shining as she smiled at me. "I love it," she said.
"Perfect, that settles it," Charlotte said. "Is there anything you want to add to the comment, Bella?"
"No," she said, shaking her head without taking her eyes off me. "I think he said it all."
"Well, that was easy," Edward grinned. "Ingenious, Jacob." I almost fell over. Edward, paying me a compliment? "We'll let you get back to your crafts now." He grinned, only this time it didn't piss me off. I shook my head and let it go. Friggin Masen, man. "The limos will be downstairs to transport you to the venue around seven. See you then." They said their goodbyes and left.
I wasn't prepared for the reaction from Bells once the door closed behind them. In fact, I wasn't even looking at her because I was actually picking up the next magazine to cut out another article when she completely attacked me, falling on my lap and covering my face with kisses.
"You're perfect, you know that?" she asked between kisses.
"Why's that?" I asked, cockily smiling into her eyes. "I mean, I know I'm perfect, but I wanna know why you think so."
She laughed, like I expected her to. "You're perfect," she said, touching her lips softly to mine, "because of how you rushed to my defense. And because what you said is so incredibly sweet, and makes me feel so safe. I do love you, Jake."
Is that a thing? Do people just blurt out their love at all times of the day or night? Not just when they're finishing up a marathon session?
But I figured I should probably return the sentiment, because leaving that out there, like I did the first time, was nerve-wracking. Besides, I felt it – I did love her. "I love you too, baby," I said, and continued the makeout session.
I reached up and grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her in close to me. I'd wanted this all day. I'd been watching her as she concentrated on cutting out the stupid articles, her tongue coming out periodically to run over her lips. It'd been driving me crazy. Add to that the way that guy at the boot store looked at her and the way she wore that cowboy hat and it was all I could do to keep my fist off my dick. She was so fuckin sexy, especially when she wasn't trying to be.
So I pulled her in by the hair, hoping it wasn't too much for her, hoping it wasn't too forcible or violent - but seriously unable to hold back. She'd been teasing me all day, whether she knew it or not. But she didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact she sighed with a soft sound, molding herself into me.
Oh, fuck yeah. That's the way I like it, baby. You just let me take charge.
I scooted over on the couch so she was off my lap and moved over her, trapping her under me with my arms on either side of her. She stared up at me, her lips wet and enticing, her eyes wide and eager. I fell down on her gently, letting my lips dip down to hers, plunging my tongue between them and taking over from there.
I reached down, but that damn romper thing she had on was like Fort Knox. I couldn't figure out how to get in. Finally I settled for pressing my hand past her hips and down her firm, soft thigh, then letting it slide back up again, pulling the edge of the shorts along with it. I could feel the elastic of her panties, silky and smooth, under my fingers. I slid my palm along her bare hip, hiking the panties up too, and then moved it around back until I had one round cheek in my hand.
Grinding my hips into hers, I pulled her toward me by the hand palming her ass. At this point, she must have taken pity on me, because she actually scooted back a little, sat up, and unbuttoned the top part of the thing she was wearing. I finally saw that the buttons went all the way to the short bottom part, and as she undid it, I stood up and took off my clothes, not even bothering to leave my boxers on.
She shrugged the jumpsuit thing off and slithered it down her legs, leaving it in a heap on the floor. Reaching behind her, she undid her bra and let it fall down her arms, dropping it right on top of the red thing. Like always, she left her silky little panties on. I wondered if it was because she was just too shy still to take them off herself – or if she just wanted me to do the honors. The second idea made my cock harden exponentially. I liked that – her relinquishing control to me. It excited me, sick bastard that I am.
I left 'em on for now, though, because I lived for that moment when I bared her for the action. That second when her pretty little kitty came into view for the first time. Just the thought made me close my eyes against the uprising of arousal. I wondered idly how I could get this turned on. Especially with a girl who wasn't even all the way naked.
But she was naked enough. She lay back on the couch, her legs parted just a tiny bit, just enough for me to sneak between them and push them open a little more. As she settled under me, I reached back behind her head and grabbed a fistful of her hair again, pulling her back to me and picking up right where I left off.
She responded greedily, eager to suck me in when only a few hours ago she was complaining that she was sore. I guess the pain was gone – either she was okay with a little discomfort or she just didn't care about it anymore. I made up my mind to hold back a little. She was still new at this, and I didn't want to hurt her.
So that was my mindset as I decided what I wanted to do. Maybe I'd just give her a little oral attention, make her cum like a tidal wave, and then see if she'd return the favor. Even if she wasn't up for it, I could get off just giving her a little cunnilingus and jerking off while I did. It wouldn't even take that long.
She tore my attention away from what I was thinking of, though, with her impatient kisses. Damn. "Whats'a matter, baby? Getting a little hot?" I asked, my tone barely concealing the grin on my face.
"C'mon, Jake," she panted. "You've been driving me nuts all day, and that quote just topped it off."
Whoa. "Oh, I've been driving you nuts?" I asked facetiously. "Well, I offered to take you to new heights this morning, but you turned me down."
"New heights?" she asked, kissing me without pause, her eyes closed and her respirations fast and breathy. "It gets higher than last night?"
I chuckled darkly. "You'll have to invest some time and see," I said.
But she didn't want to talk. She kept flicking her tongue across mine, licking the edges of my lips tantalizingly. I couldn't hold back – I had to keep kissing her. The way she was grazing her lips on mine, all wet and hot, was irresistible. I had to give it back – and then some.
I slipped my hand down her bare side, raising chills along her velvety skin. I rested my palm on one of her soft white mounds, and I closed my hand over it greedily, feeling her nipple right in the middle of my palm, already standing up and taking notice. I pressed my lips to hers hard, taking little nibbles of the soft skin there. She moaned in response. "You like that?" I whispered. "Don't want me to stop, now, do you?"
"No, no," she breathed, kissing my chin, my jaw, my neck. "Whatever you do, don't stop."
I laughed as I moved my mouth away from her face and went to work on the nipple under my hand. I sucked it in, letting my tongue gently swirl around it without really touching it so she arched into me, trying to get me to do what she wanted. Yeah – that's what driving you nuts is, Bells. I wouldn't stop, but I wasn't gonna do exactly what she wanted yet, either.
I continued to move my hand down, going around back and tracing my hand over her ass. She moaned, thrusting her hips into me, her fingers curling into my hips and pulling me toward her. I could already feel how wet she was, just that quick. Wha'd I say about the inexperienced virgins? They get wet so fast.
Of course, she wasn't a virgin anymore. But still, she had the same reactions, which I liked. The eagerness, the arousal, the soft, fast breathing. And the tightness – fuck me, the tightness.
Thinking about that made me reconsider my decision – but I saved the final choice for later and concentrated on the task at hand. Getting my tongue between her thighs.
I finally let my tongue play over the nipple in my mouth, making her squirm and sigh. I really did love her reactions. They made me hot. She was so fuckin beautiful, her skin flushed pink as she lay there panting, her eyes closed and her lips parted. I took my time with her boob, really licking that thing, sucking the nip between my teeth and running my tongue over it, even letting my teeth close over it a little in a tantalizing bite. She hissed an inhale between her teeth at that, arching up even further, pushing herself into me. "Yeah, that feels good, huh?" I said, my voice deep and gravelly.
"Oh," she moaned, her eyes still clenched shut. I chuckled. More where that came from, honey. "Jake, come on. Stop teasing."
"Stop teasing?" I asked, like she'd just asked me to stop breathing. I moved my lips to her ear, nuzzling my nose into her hair. "But that's half the fun."
She let out a little whine, so I thought I'd have some fun with her. I mean, I could taunt her all day, but that seemed cruel. So I said in a low voice, right up next to her ear, "You want something, baby? Just tell me."
She stopped for a second, held her breath even. She didn't move. And then the little whine again.
"Go ahead, baby. Whaddya want?" I huffed a little laugh. "Use your words."
"Jake, you know what I want," she panted.
"I have an idea," I admitted slowly. "But I don't really know."
She didn't know what to do. She had no idea what to say. Now I'd made girls ask for it before, and they'd always just blurted it right out. Somehow, though, I knew she'd be different. She still had too much innocence floating around to put her wants and needs into words.
It was subtle torture – the bright room, both of us naked or almost naked, making her ask for what she wanted. I knew if it was dark and she had even a blanket on, things would have been different. But she needed this. It put her in touch with what she really desired, what really aroused her. I really wanted her to ask. Besides, it was a control thing too. I liked the thought of making her ask. Almost like she had to ask permission of me first. The thought made me grin in that cocky-bastard way I have.
"Jake…Jake, please don't make me say it," she begged, but she wasn't traumatized by it. It was turning her on, too. I could tell by the flush in her skin, the increased bucking of her hips into mine. The way her nipples were hardening even more under my gaze. Maybe she liked doing the begging almost as much as I liked hearing it.
Because damn. Just the thought of her begging me – or even just asking me – made my cock swell with a craving, a hunger for her. So I grinned at her, even though with her eyes clenched shut like that, she couldn't see it. "Babe, I don't know what you want," I said reasonably, my voice getting huskier all the time. "Couple of little words and your wait could be over." I slid my hand down her stomach, pausing just above the panties banded around her hips. "Like, for example…you want me to go further?"
She responded by thrusting her hips up into my hand, but still didn't say anything. Because I was determined now. I was gonna get her to say what she wanted me to do if it killed me. "Oh, you don't want me to touch?" I asked, moving my hand away.
"No!" she hissed.
"Oh, sorry, I can't tell what you want, baby. I mean, I don't want to hurt you or anything. You told me you were sore." Yeah, I was messing with her. Because it was fun. And because it was turning me on like nothing had in a long time.
"Ugh!" she groaned in frustration. "Yes, I want you to go further," she finally said, her voice all light and breathy but somehow fierce, insistent.
"Like this?" I asked, moving my hand back to where it had been and sliding my fingers under the elastic of her panties - but only just.
"No…" she whimpered. "More…please."
"Ah," I said knowingly, giving her a little break. I slid my fingers down further, dipping a fingertip between her lips down there and coating it with her wetness, then letting it drift up to her clit. I gave it one single stroke, and then I held back.
"Jake, please," she whined. "Stop teasing, please."
I moved my hand up, hooking a finger around the little stretch of fabric banded around her hips, and twisted it in my fist. "You want these off, don't you, baby," I whispered.
I watched her throat as she swallowed, "Yes," she choked.
"Okay," I said, sliding them down her legs. And yeah, there it was, her beautiful pussy, ready for me. It didn't look swollen or sore at all – just ready. Ready for me to plow into it. Ohhhh, fuck yeah. "That better?" I asked.
She thrust her pussy into my wrist, rubbing on me like she couldn't get enough. But I wasn't having that. I disentangled my other hand from her hair and reached down to still her hips. "Slow down, baby," I said. "You wanna cum?"
"Yes, yes…I want to cum," she panted.
There we go, that's what I'd been waiting for – her pristine lips saying such dirty things made my nuts tighten and my dick pound with desire.
"Make me cum, Jake. Please make me cum."
"There, now was that so hard?" I said, kissing her lips once before I dipped my head down to her tits. I caressed them with my mouth on the way past, but I had a different goal in mind now. Laying little nibbles and kisses down her stomach, I continued south until I got to where I wanted to be, my chin resting between her soft, creamy thighs.
She finally had her eyes open, and she stared at me, half lidded, her mouth open and gasping. "Ready?" I asked with a wink, my arms wrapped around her thighs, my fingers spreading her open for me, so my target was uncovered and accessible, ripe for the taking.
"Uh-huh," she nodded breathlessly, watching me. I grinned. Heh. Little former virgin – I'd have a hellcat on my hands in no time. Look how far she'd come in less than twenty-four hours.
"Good," I said. I finally slipped my tongue across her clit, moving it soft and warm in little circles. She moaned with pleasure, her eyes closing and her head falling back. I watched, fascinated, her juices flowing over my tongue, as she reached up with both hands and palmed her own tits. Jesus, this girl! So fuckin sexy.
I moved my left hand so I could spread her open with just the thumb and forefinger of that side, and pulled my right hand out from under her thigh. Without even thinking of the fact that she had been a little sore earlier, I pushed two fingers into her, feeling her walls flutter around them, clenching them tight. Oh so fuckin tight. And as I did it, I moved my tongue off her clit, trying something new with her - something I'd only done a few times, but with good results. I moved my chin up and let my stubble scratch along her swollen little bean, then quickly licked away the roughness.
And holy fuck. The reaction I got. She moaned, grabbing my head, abandoning her boobs and gasping, "Oh my God, Jake, please do that again, holy shit."
I blew a soft breath across her pussy first, just to cool her down, but I did it again since she'd asked so nice. I let the scratch last a little longer this time, then put my tongue on there and just let it sit for a second before moving it to lick the harshness away. "Oh my God," she breathed. "That feels so amazing." Her breath came in little sighs now, and I could gauge how near her orgasm was by the squeezing of my fingers buried in her pussy. She was riiiight there. I started moving my fingers in and out, slow and easy – the same way I was gonna be fucking her in a minute.
Yeah, cause I wasn't settling for a handy now. I wanted to be in that thing, feeling those warm, wet walls clutch around my swollen cock, spewing hot jizz into her pussy like I owned it. Because I did.
Her gasps quickened and I dipped my chin over her clit once more, letting my tongue clean up the syrup she was oozing all over, all the while stroking her from the inside with those fingers pistoning in and out. And like I predicted, it was only a minute before she tensed up, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her fists clutched to my shoulders. She came like a seismic event, convulsing in ecstasy. That was my cue. I moved up quick and jammed my cock into her twitching pussy, harder than I intended, caught up in the moment more than I cared to admit.
She was a trouper. She put up with the maniacal thrusting I was doing without even a grimace – even seemed to enjoy it. I probably should have taken it a little easier with my recent virgin…but I was so wrapped up in her, I couldn't really help it. She felt so hot, so fuckin wet – way more than last night, hotter and wetter than I'd had in a long time. And it wasn't like I was gonna make it last very long. I knew better than that – if I turned my cock into a battering ram, I'd be severely limiting my activity for God knows how long. I wasn't that far gone – I still had the presence of mind to hurry up, so she wouldn't get too tender down there.
So I finished up quick, thrusting in hard one last time as her pussy clenched around me, the remnants of her orgasm still coursing through her. Letting loose like a tidal wave, I groaned in relief. And it was then, as I felt my spunk washing back onto my still-rigid cock firmly entrenched in her velvety walls that I realized. I'd been so lost in the feeling, I'd completely forgotten.
Shit. I'd fucked her without protection.